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TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse)
Celeste listed several stories as "lost" in her Cumulative Monthly List posted
in late July. I'm posting those I have to ASS/M and hope those who have
others will
do the same. My reposting will include:
Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest?
Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more?
Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2?
Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin}
Hands On {Deidre Ng}
Meeting Shirley {The Observer}
Open Big {Thomas A Long}
Silent Intruder {Annette}
Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng}
Terri's Dilemma {The Observer}
Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author}
These stories have been minimally cleaned up. If I have it,
the text includes original headers and footers.
Still missing, as far as I'm concerned:
"Let Your Fingers Do the Riding" by Solo Polyphony
"Under the Table" by DOLFAN353
"Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf
"'D' Is for Driving" by Dulcinea
"So Shy" by Scott Sanders (young love)
"Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan
Best,
Titmouse
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Subject: Repost - Terri's Dilemma [Revised][1/3] M/F Rom CR#5 April
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Author s Notes:
This story was originally posted in April, 1996. I started
writing in January 1996, and this is the first one I posted on the
Usenet. This story is also the first one to get my new file format
treatment. See the remarks at the end of the story for more details.
I respond to all E-Mail, eventually.
If any segment is missing from your server, let me know. Request
the individual missing part, or file TERR_P.TXT (exceeds 64K) for the
complete story in one text file, or TERR1F.WPD for the Word Perfect
version. The Word Perfect version is paginated
This story is intended solely for the entertainment of adults, and
may contain words which depict acts of human sexuality.
If you are a minor as defined by your local political jurisdiction,
a postal inspector, or an asshole looking for trouble, please delete
this file before reading, and go away. In other words, void where
prohibited by law. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance herein
to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended..
*****
***Terri's Dilemma, by Observer***
(c)1996, all rights reserved - Edited by Chris
Celestial Reviews #5 - April 1996
Part one of three parts.
*****
I don't like to be slapped.
Reacting instinctively, I grabbed the hand that slapped me and
forced its owner down across my lap. I gave Terri ten fast solid
hits with the palm of my hand across her tender behind. Then I
stood, yanking her around by the arm to face me.
"Are you crazy? What possessed you to slap me? Have you gone
nuts? Get your young ass out to the car. I'm taking you home right
now, or you can damn well walk there."
With a sob, tears flowing from her eyes, Terri fled outside. I
turned to my sister, blood in my eye. "What the hell was that all
about?"
Furious, but unwilling to look at me, Jan said, "You shouldn't
have hit her."
"I didn't hit her, I spanked her, big difference. Now I want to
know what the hell *you* had to do with Terri slapping me. Then I'll
deal with her."
I glared at my sister for a long minute, cold on the outside,
raging on the inside. Janice just stood there. Evasive, unwilling
to speak, she was obviously a part of what had happened, but was
unwilling to talk about it. Seeing that nothing was to be gained by
glaring, I went outside to see if Terri was sitting or walking.
The stupid bitch was sitting in the car. And crying, which she
tried to stop when I came in sight.
As I got behind the wheel, I said coldly, "OK Terri, I have no
idea what that was all about, and frankly I don't care. Slapping me
was stupid." More tears trickled down her face. What a faucet.
Starting the car and pulling out of the driveway, I continued to
vent. "You got your young ass spanked because you slapped me. I
reacted. It's as simple as that."
Driving down the road, I kept scolding her in the coldest voice I
could produce.
"I have given you no reason at all to slap me. . .
"You must have lost your mind to do such a stupid thing, or left
your brains at home. Which is where you're gonna be as soon as I can
get you there."
Terri just sat there curled up in the seat, puffy faced with a
blank look, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks. Each sentence
I spat at her caused a little jerk of her body. I had been getting
sick and tired of this cunt, and she had finally given me an excuse
to dump her.
I needed an excuse, any excuse.
The bitch was one of my sister's best friends, and a very good
friend of many of my running buddies's girlfriends and fiancees,
including Laura, my long time running buddy Mike's fiancee. Mike
lived next door to my parents, and we had been friends since boyhood.
Terri's nominal boy friend, Jerry, was in the Army. Jan and Laura
both thought Terri needed company. We were all part of a social
circle that had existed since high school and even before.
Got all that? Let's just say I was dating the bitch because of
family. Everybody who knew me understood what I was doing.
The only regret I had was the wasted time. I had been playing
'Mr. Nice Guy' with Terri for the reasons given. Between school and
work, there was little time in my life for bullshit. I was stresssed
out, horny, and frustrated by a dead end relationship, and Terri had
ignited a powder keg of emotion within me.
Well, anyway, Terri would be history, just as soon as I could get
her home.
She got out of the car without a word and ran inside her house as
I peeled off from her driveway.
Laura and Jan gave me hell, my mother gave me hell, my stepfather
laughed - until my mother gave him a dirty look - and various of my
friends either asked me if I had lost my mind or wanted to
congratulate me.
Throughout, I maintained a stony silence, except when I was
talking to Jan. My oldest sister's a lady. Sweet, even tempered,
Jan always played it straight with no stupid bitch tricks. She
finally confessed.
It seems I had been sitting there not paying any mind to their
chatter, and they noticed. 'Right, do not ignore the female of the
species,' I thought. Terri said she knew how to get my attention,
slapped me, and got more than she bargained for.
I told Jan I did not want to go out with Terri, that she was a
self-centered bitch and I was tired of her act. No way in hell I was
going to have anything to do with the stupid broad, period. As for
apologizing, sure, when it snowed in July.
My sister tried to reason with me. Over and over she said Terri
was not a bitch. She got in my face, as only my sister could, and
basically accused me of being an asshole.
"Fine, so I'm an asshole. If I'm such an asshole, why do you want
me to have anything to do with Terri."
Jan said vehemently. "Someday, you're going to wish you had a
woman just like Terri." Then she shut up. My sister loved me.
'What was going on that I was not privy to?' I thought. 'The
spanking wasn't that big a deal, so why are Jan and Laura so pissed?'
Something devious was in the air, and I didn't have the time or
inclination to figure it out.
With mostly eighteen hour days of school and work, Terri became a
vague memory almost immediately. Even in my late night fantasy
sessions where I tried to soothe the raw edge of my libido, the only
thing I could really remember about Terri was her eyes.
Terri had dark brown eyes. So brown they were almost black, large
and set above high cheekbones in a face that was framed by mahogany
hair almost the same shade as her eyes.
*****
Her eyes were drilling holes in me from across the room. Most of
her dancer's legs were showing from under a short white sun dress I
had never seen before. Medium breasts framed by a low cut neckline,
full war paint, trim waist, and hair brushed till it glowed, all
contributed to make Terri look good, good enough to eat.
It was a set up of course. Both of us invited to the same party -
typical devious bitch trick - I was now supposed to go over, kiss her
feet and beg to be forgiven.
Fat chance of that. I ignored her ass, heedless of what had
happened the last time I didn't pay attention. Chatting up a sweet
young thing who looked promising, I felt an arm link with my own.
Turning, there was Terri giving me a big smile. Sweet thing took one
look and split.
Now I was really pissed.
"What do you want Terri, feel like slapping somebody?" I poured it
on, no mercy.
"No," she flushed, looking down. Then working up her courage, she
flashed her deep brown eyes trick at me and said, "No, I, uh, I
just," she hesitated, then said, "Wanted to, uh, wanted to talk to
you."
No way I was going to drown in her eyes. I just looked at her
coldly and waited.
Then, with ice in my voice, "So talk."
Terri said with a slight stammer. "Not here, it's too, uh, well
public."
I looked her up and down taking in the sights. After rudely
lingering on her breasts for a while, my eyes finally found hers. We
played stare-me-down and she lost.
Finally I said, "OK, go find my car, it's open. I'll be there in
a few minutes."
I walked away and pretended to look for the sweet young thing,
ignoring Terri's ass. Sweet young thing had disappeared so I
decided to let Terri cool her heels some more and found a toilet. As
I got rid of some beer, my unruly cock was telling me to pay
attention.
At least the memories would be sharper now that I was observing
Terri with fresh eyes. There was no longer much in the way of family
or friend obligations to honor with respect to her ass.
Outside, I was half expecting Terri to be elsewhere when I checked
my car. A part of me was hoping otherwise, the part between my legs.
Where previously I was oblivious to most of her charms, I was now
confronted with a completely unexpected vision, and my libido was
howling and barking at the moon.
She was sitting sideways in the passenger seat, waiting, a huge
grin giving lie to the tension between us. I gave her a long look,
then let my instincts take over, deciding to take her to my apartment
for our confrontation.
The closed car concentrated her faint perfume and girl odor into
my nostrils. My cock immediately began giving me orders in reaction
to the scent. I struggled to get my libido in check as I started the
car, rolling down the windows halfway to dispel the aroma that was
attacking my judgement.
"Look, I really..." Terri started.
"Don't talk until we get there, not a single word," I ordered,
holding up my hand to cut her off.
As I drove toward my apartment, I glanced her way a few times to
pacify my cock, then ignored her as I drove. She was hard to ignore.
Her nipples were hard from the stress, and I could see almost half
of her breasts. In the dusk light of evening, the short white sun
dress blazed like fire against her tanned slender limbs.
'Careful son, don't get screwed up with the body and face, this
cunt is devious and dangerous,' I said to myself. 'What you really
want to do is find out her version of why she slapped you, make peace
to reduce the family bullshit, then gracefully take her home and go
try to find sweet young thing,' I thought, as I tried to lie to
myself.
Suppressed memories of her face and figure surfaced as I drove. A
white blouse, white short-shorts, bending over to get a soda from a
cooler; a flash of long legs from under a short skirt as she ran to
catch a ball; hot smooth skin against my arm as we crowded into the
back seat of Mike's car. And Terri's special scent, the same scent
that was driving me crazy right now.
A short time later we pulled up in front of my apartment. I got
out and walked toward the door, ignoring Terri. After a moment's
hesitation she got out of the car and ran to catch me. Then she put
her arm in mine so we would look like we were together.
Once inside the apartment, she looked around curiously, seeing it
for the first time. Under strict instructions from Jan and Laura to
behave, I had not only overlooked her womanhood, I had never even
invited her into my lair.
"Sit on the sofa, I'll get us a cold one," as I started my
campaign to make peace.
On the way to get the beer, I detoured to change into a T-shirt
and a pair of cotton sweat shorts. She was giving me a look, so I'd
show her my bicycle-hardened legs and a shot of my crotch. Two could
play this game.
Approaching the sofa, I almost lost control. Terri's burnished
dark brown hair glowed with reflections from the table lamp. One
long slender leg was swinging as it rested partially off the couch.
She was sitting sideways with her other leg crooked up under the
outside one, pensively leaning against the back of the sofa. Handing
her a beer, it took all my will power not to jump her.
The white dress still glowed against her flawless skin, displaying
her body in a way I had never seen, or more truthfully, had
deliberately ignored. My cock noticed, and started to give me fresh
instructions, which I tried to disregard as I sat opposite her,
sideways, and renewed my study.
Her ripe, red, luscious lips sucked on the end of the beer bottle
as she took one, then another large swallow with her head thrown back
to expose her slender neck and push her breasts at me. The bitch was
doing everything she could, short of speaking the words, to say "Come
and get it."
I controlled myself, barely, and just continued looking at her,
trying to catch her eye, and waited, with small sips of my beer. As
Terri drank from her own bottle, I could see her eyes flick from one
part of my body to another, finally resting with a direct gaze on my
face and eyes.
We silently held each other's eyes for long minutes. My cock had
hardened to a solid mass, uncomfortable and tugging against the leg
of my shorts. I ignored it, but Terri didn't. Her eyes dropped down
to my crotch, then up to again hold me with her look.
"You're hard," she smirked.
Some of the 'ice' in my voice had melted when I answered her.
"So? That's not why we're here. You wanted to talk, so talk." The
bitch actually grinned at me. I guess she thought my erection
somehow put her back in charge. I used every ounce of my control to
make sure she was wrong.
Her face changed and became serious when softly, sincerely, she
said, "OK, look, I'm sorry I slapped you, I mean it." (Sincere?
This bitch?) "Uh, I also have something else to tell you. . . . I
really need to talk."
I relaxed my guard a little, checking her out one more time,
eating her with my eyes. A long swallow of beer, then my good guy
smile, as I said, "OK Terri, maybe I shouldn't have hit you on the
ass so hard, you're a good kid," I lied, "So I'll listen."
"Well, I'm not a kid. And I'm not good, either. Just please,"
she hesitated, "Let me get it out, all of it."
Her eyes locked on mine for a bit and then she dropped her gaze to
my crotch, saying "But I can't talk with your big thing sticking up
in your pants at me. Please, would you cover up a little. You won't
be sorry, I promise."
I chewed on this last promise for a while as I sat back to listen,
getting my unruly cock under control and covering up with a leg.
This was getting curiouser and curiouser.
"How about including why you slapped me as part of this
discussion," I suggested with a hard edge to my voice.
Terri looked down, not at my cock, but to collect her thoughts
while I waited patiently. A parade of emotions crossed her face as
she organized whatever it was that was working on her. The pause
gave me an opportunity to continue to inventory her charms. Finally,
I looked away. 'Why torture myself?' I thought.
All the time we were dating, I had noticed she was pretty, but the
situation we had been in, the near shotgun relationship, had blinded
me to how lovely she really was. That and her bitchy ways.
"I know I've been a bitch," still softly, then with more force as
she looked at me with laughter in her eyes.
"I deserved what I got," Terri said sweetly.
My face must have registered surprise, although I don't know why.
She was obviously intent on apologizing, for whatever reason. But a
statement that 'she deserved what she got,' was not what I expected.
It was impossible not to smile back. Another memory flashed in my
mind, of her looking at me across a room, then quickly glancing away
before I could read her expression.
"That's all I've been thinking about for the past two weeks."
I knew that was true. In a vague way I had been aware of long
conversations between Jan and Terri, Jan and Laura, Laura and Terri
and probably other females as well. I think even my mother got in on
the act.
"But I'm not really a bitch."
My face must have registered skepticism, as she went on hurriedly,
"Laura is the bitch. She runs Mike around in circles. I feel sorry
for him."
'Now isn't this a turn of events,' I said to myself. Among the
choices I had, remaining silent and just looking at her was the one I
selected. But I did nod and encourage her by saying, "I see." By
this time the ice had left my voice and was replaced by a tone that
was almost friendly.
"Oh you, you don't see at all, you're just being nice." Too right
she was.
Terri paused to drink more of her beer. Shifting around on the
couch, giving me flashes of smooth thighs, she went on, "And you
really have been nice to me."
"Sometimes you're easy to be nice to," I said for lack of
anything original.
"And obviously sometimes I'm not. But the real me is *not* a
bitch," the lovely young girl said emphatically.
"Then why did you slap me," I demanded.
More sips on the beer while she worked up to whatever the finale
was going to be, I just sipped and watched. Another memory flash,
Terri giggling with Laura then turning serious when I glanced her
way.
"It's, well," she hesitated. "It's," Terri hesitated again,
sucking her lower lip and obviously reviewing her words mentally.
Finally, "I think I'm in love with you," she said with a rush.
'Hello?' I must have looked the perfect fool as I gaped at her
confession. "So what does that have to do with slapping me," I
blurted? "I mean I thought you loved Jerry - Jesus, Terri!"
She reached over to put a hand on my leg, saying, "Oh, I don't
mean the same way I love Jerry." Of course leaning over meant her
breasts were more exposed. I tried to ignore the show (and the
remark about Jerry), and just concentrated on listen to whatever she
was trying to tell me.
"I was just playing a game with you, waiting for Jerry to come
home. When you spanked me, . . . well, . . . I woke up," she said
brightly. Then hurriedly, Terri said, "I found out I loved you too.
But not the same way. It's hard to explain."
"Try me, I'll listen to anything you have to say." By this time my
voice had lowered to the most seductive and appreciative timbre I
could muster.
"I've had a crush on you for years," Terri gushed, "And even
though I love Jerry, I was excited when we started going out. You do
something to me with your eyes that Jerry doesn't do."
"And that is? I asked.
"Hmmm, maybe later. Anyway, you were sitting there ignoring me
and Janice. Something inside me said slap you, so I did."
"Smooth move, Ajax."
"Well, you're not ignoring me anymore," Terri countered.
"That's true," I admitted.
For a long moment I just looked at her, drinking her essence with
my eyes. Terri's skin glowed with that rare sheen only a few women
have. Terri just waited to see what I would say next, looking into
my eyes intently. This time it was I who looked away, then down to
her hand on my thigh.
"You're gorgeous, Terri," I admitted.
That comment unleashed a torrent of fresh words.
"Laura and Jan have been telling me I need somebody strong, at
least stronger than Jerry. . . . Maybe I shouldn't be telling you
this," the lovely girl started in again.
"Terri, you can tell me anything. I said I would listen."
"You always listen. And that's important. But there's something
else," as she started to rub my leg.
I pulled her hand to my lips, and kissed then released it. This
had become a defining moment for me. Up until now I had been
treating her badly. As we talked, I found my defenses had gradually
worn down. Terri was reaching inside me to a place I thought was
protected. I couldn't help darting my eyes around her oval face, a
classic beauty, inventorying and imprinting every detail in my mind.
Kissing her hand again, I found my voice asking?, "What do you
want from me Terri?"
"I don't know how to ask," she said.
"Look Terri," I said gently. "I have been on my best behavior
with you for reasons that should be obvious. If I ignored your
charms, it was for good reason. My plan right now was for us to get
back in good graces with each other, be friends, and that's it. But
you've thrown me for a complete loop."
I knew damn well what she wanted. The questions were, should I,
or could I, resist.
"Maybe being just friends isn't what I have in mind," Terri said,
placing her hand back on my leg, inviting me to find out what she did
have in mind. Terri's scent invaded my brain again. I was not
programmed for serious relationships at that point in my life, and
this conversation was getting very serious indeed. I had to take a
different tack.
"I guess I ignored you because what I really wanted to do was drag
you to some dry creek bed and fuck your brains out." I tried to
shock her, still resisting Terri's insistent march into my heart.
Thoughts of what my parents or her mother might think or do were also
surfacing in response to Terri's ploys.
"You don't have to drag me anywhere. And I love dry creek beds,"
said Terri as she leaned toward me, nails digging into my leg, lust
in her eyes.
I gently took her hand and that was enough. Her empty beer bottle
was deposited on the end table as she fell on me, kissing me with her
full lips. I could feel the heat of her body radiating against me,
her unique smell driving into my brain. Her hips and legs moved
around and against me as her lips captured my mouth with their hot
embrace.
Using my strength, I pushed her up and into a sitting position
again, saying, "Wait," as I held her shoulders in my hands and
drilled her eyes with mine. I was making one last effort not to get
in over my head.
Always, prior to this moment in time, my view of women was
simplistic. Fuck 'em if I could, forget 'em if I couldn't. Don't
get involved. Don't fall in love. Don't get trapped.
'Don't, don't, don't, don't,' swirled through my head as I groped
for words to sort out unexpected emotions.
Locking my eyes on hers, slowly and quietly, I said, "Terri, wait.
Before we go any farther . . . . Are you absolutely sure? . . .
Do you want me, . . . for me? . . . Or do you want me for
substitute Jerry?"
I didn't say anything about whether or not I wanted her. My cock
was hard as a rock, and nothing I could say would have convinced her
that I didn't want to ravish her on the spot, dry creek bed or not.
The one clear emotion in my fuddled brain was that I did not want a
one night stand with Terri. I wanted more, much more, or nothing at
all.
"No, to be honest, I'm not sure. . . . But I'm almost sure. . . .
And I want to know, I have to find out. . . . Please!"
My ram was up, my hammer was cocked. Yet I hesitated. Terri no
longer fit any convenient label. Bitch yes, but not really, at least
not full time. Cunt? I didn't think so.
My brain kept spinning with conflicting emotions and thoughts. The
"Love" word had disarmed me, opened me up, and proved me vulnerable
after all. My sister's words rang in my ear, 'Some day you're going
to wish you had a woman just like Terri.'
Bemused, horny, in lust, I sought familiar ground. Reaching under
her dress to cup her sex, I found proof of her desire. Her panties
were soaked, and her loins hunched forward to give me more access.
As I kissed her lips, moans came from both our emotion charged
throats, and we surged against each other. Our lips and tongues
danced together as we tried to absorb each other through our contact.
Another bubble of concern surfaced in my brain as we stood up,
clinging tightly, both of us unwilling to give up any skin-to-skin
contact.
"When do you have to be home?" I murmured against her lips.
"Laura's covering for me. Not till late tomorrow."
"What about, uh, what about birth control, uh?" as almost all
constructive thoughts were on the verge of leaving my head.
***End of Part One
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